i find that we wade in our silences
for far too long
a moment where everything blurs
like pauses between train tracks
with trains still coming
and the stations passing by each year
i feel you reeling
all this time
like we never left
like positions never shifted
like the tables never turned
like your chair still waits beside mine
i echo in this
vibrating to a song
i think i always knew
like line dancing beneath old lights
like movement remembering itself
like energy twisting my arm
with no one standing there
yet somehow i still follow
they say if two people continually meet
the train still exists
the tracks still remember
where they were meant to cross
but when two people stop
running into open arms
when the tracks drift apart
one rail at a time
when we stop
finding each other in darkness
at stations we thought would always wait
we mistake distance
for an ending
our virtue lived there
and now it echoes somewhere else
we don’t speak this way anymore
so i speak to the wind
in sin
and in bliss
with tongues that twist
like riverbeds carrying broken glass
cutting softly through open hands
like misery we learned to hold
instead of letting go
i find you
in a worn leather seat
by the window of a room
i stayed in far too long
i hear your whispers
like breath against cold glass
like a melody returning
before i remember where i heard it
like a song
i somehow finished
without ever realizing
i was the one still singing